The Poetical Works of John Milton

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Page 7 ... passages of the poem, wherein the good angels are represented as pursuing
the rebel host with fire and thunderbolts down through Chaos even to the gates of
Hell ; as being contrary to the account which the angel Raphael gives to Adam ...

Page 73 Thou therefore, whom thou only canst redeem, Their nature also to thy nature join
; And he thyself man among men on earth, Made flesh, when time shall he, of
virgin se~d, By wondrous hirth : he thou in Adam's room The head of all mankind,
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Page 87 And in her pale dominion checks the night That spot to which I point is Paradise, Adam's abode, those lofty shades his bower. Thy way thou canst not miss, me
mine requires." Thus said, he turned ; and Satan, bowing low, As to superior
spirits ...

Page 88 The garden described ; Satan's first sight of Adam and Eve ; his wonder at their
excellent form and happy state, but with resolution to work their fall ; overhears
their discourse, thence gathers that the tree of knowledge was forbidden them to
eat ...

Page 98 So passed they naked on, nor shunned The sight of God or angel, for they
thought no ill : So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair That ever since in
love's embraces met; Adam, the goodliest man of men since born1 His sons ; the
fairest ...

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Page 54 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

Page 55 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.

Page 464 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.

Page 464 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.

Page 464 - Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake ; How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold?

Page 416 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.

Page 421 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.

Page 403 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.